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ammonite sonnet



the ammonite an index of sutures

i got tired of cataloging them

hermetically sealing little traumas

afraid they’d get to know one another go boom

little mother catastrophes instead

i smashed little rocks to bits in a ditch

each shard a memory released pressure

from stomach the common burial ground

the cavity of accumulation

each little box coated in dust and feelings

each preserved glass stone not really secret

i get ready to shatter the discretions

little lifted bubbles i sky and breathing

instead i will make a chrysalis index

mark and arrange my life in transformations